Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter twenty eight (part three)

I swallow nervously, looking at Yoongi. "I'll be fine...on my own. I'll call you if I need you." he looks disappointed, pouting but nods anyway and I follow jinyoung, the door closing behind me and i flinch at the sound.

The big room has many parts, divided by wooden partitions. He takes me to one with a bed and an ultrasound machine, helping me lie down in my loose white Tshirt. "I'm gonna take your blood to test and you can rest here." He says as he readies a syringe, making me gulp. I'm not particularly fond of needles but I'm not gonna wail like my child.

So I just keep still as he looks around for my vein, wiping the crook of my arm with alcohol, before finally getting the blood. Strangely, it's so fast and painless I thank him in a low voice and he grins at my face. I must look like joon.

He then goes away and I squirm a bit to get comfortable on the bed, closing my eyes. My stomach still hurts from the violent throwing up earlier and I'm a little cold, despite it being summer.

I wipe a few tears, trying to stop my hands from shaking but the wait is killing me and looking at the clock, I know it hasn't even been 20 minutes.

He comes back, a small smile on his face that I can't decipher. Is it good news...?

He sits on the chair beside the bed. "could you please raise your shirt up a bit? I need to do an ultrasound."

I'm breathing heavily, feeling my chest tighten. "w...why? Isn't...isn't the blood enough to know?"

He smiles again, not looking me in the eyes. "yes but...I need to see if everything's ok." I claw at the white sheet beneath me, crying without shame cause I know the result in my heart. "i...it's positive, right? Please...can I get an abortion?" I fist his white lab coat, startling him a bit.

He looks at my pleading eyes and hyperventilating, taking my hand in his, squeezing. "it was positive and you have the option...so just calm down, ok? I need to see your condition and we'll discuss your options after with Yoongi present, ok?" I nod shakily, letting him raise my shirt himself as I focus on breathing normally.

I can't believe it's happening again. Is my first time having sex with a boyfriend cursed?! And why the fuck am I so fertile? some women try for years and they're not successful.

I can't stop crying, anxiety and mental pain eating me up. do I have the guts to get an abortion? Will Yoongi hate me if I do it? I saw his subtle excitement and happiness when he talked about the possibility of me being pregnant the other day...things will never be the same between us.

The cold gel on my stomach makes me gasp and cry harder, wanting it all to be a dream. It's too soon for a baby in our relationship anyway...we're still getting used to each other...we can always try a few years later down the road, right?

He smiles reassuringly at me. "you're both healthy...did you know a femiculus baby grows at a different rate? They get so big in the first month as a woman's embryo is at eight weeks...but then they grow the same rate as the others, ready to come out in eight and a half months."

I really didn't need to know that I'm planning to abort a two month old baby.

He helps me clean up and leave the bed with shaky legs, getting back to Yoongi. He stands up seeing me like this, running to help me sit down beside him. jinyoung sits behind his desk, still smiling and it's creeping me out.

"so...I guess congratulations on being pregnant?" Yoongi gasps, looking at me with shining eyes and a faint smile while I look down, glaring at my stomach instead of him. I can't bear to burst his bubble.

"Jimin likes to explore his options which are only two. Continuing the pregnancy or ending it. it seems easy but a femiculus abortion is much different." Yoongi takes my hand, squeezing as his eyes show concern and fear. I start crying silently again, looking at jinyoung to hear the rest.